The driving force that ignited a fire in my heart was the anger of feeling weak, lying on a hospital bed most of the time until my death. When I was young, I was just a scared child who struggled for breath with each inhale. Like many other kids, there wasn't much difference in my case, but what set me apart from the rest is that I was abandoned by those I thought were my family.
But I don't blame them, for even on the brink of death, they continued to support me, never ceasing to provide money for my hospital care. If it weren't for them, I might have died much earlier than when it actually happened.
A lifetime of suffering was enough for me to judge people who waste their healthy bodies and disdain others for their appearance, skin color, or tone of voice. It seemed ridiculous to think that I would never have the chance to escape that hell, but everything changed when I died and woke up in a completely healthy body—my body if I had never had that lung disease. I truly began to seize this new opportunity that fate had given me.
At the age of twelve, I won a Karate tournament that I continued to dominate for the next four years without losing a single match. The only five-time champion for five consecutive years, not counting the tournaments I had won in China. At twelve, I became a major tournament champion, earning the title of the Dragon Warrior.
Throughout those years, during vacations, I participated in tournaments in Japan and South Korea, never losing a single battle. Accompanied by Devon, who had also won countless championships abroad and was a three-time Karate tournament champion without losing a single match except for a few overseas.
The only reason she didn't win more championships in the All Valley is that she didn't participate; she had been ill during the tournament week and couldn't compete, which was a real headache at the time. Perhaps because the illness wasn't real but a normal condition in women, Dash could participate in tournaments and win on her behalf.
It can be said that over the past four to five years, the life I have been living has been fulfilling, but there's a small problem—no matter what I did, I wasn't famous. I could have won countless tournaments, but Sakura Bushido never surpassed thirty-five core students. Most dropped out halfway through the year, others in the first months, and some didn't even enroll.
The truth was unfortunate, but Dash, who remained the Dragon Warrior, didn't care about these meaningless things. As long as he kept winning, he would eventually lead Sakura Bushido to world championships.
But that event had not yet presented itself, so Dash, who was now thinking about other things, deviated a bit from any other goal he had already achieved...
Time flows like water, and in the blink of an eye, five years had passed. Although numerous things had happened, none of them were as noteworthy as to be mentioned.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Early in the morning, Dash woke up to the alarm set for six in the morning, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he began preparing to jog a bit. Wearing a sportswear with Sakura Bushido logos, Dash left the house and started running near the residence where he had lived his entire life.
By the way, now that he had two younger brothers, one four years old and the other two, it was a bit frustrating to be at home since all they wanted was to stick to him like glue.
"Hoo... Hoo... Hoo..." As Dash ran, he could feel the cold air rushing into his throat quickly and expelling just as fast within a few seconds.
He had stopped feeling tired from these simple morning runs, as he was in good condition even if he didn't train very often now, as he did other things besides training, such as participating in the high school debate group. Devon had dragged him into that group only to end up arguing with others in the various debates they held. There was even a time when he almost got into a fight with a girl from another school after she called him crazy over an argument.
Remembering all those crazy events, Dash just smiled as he returned home after thirty minutes of moderate jogging.
"Should I get a little dog?" That was Dash's first thought as he entered the house and headed to his room for a quick shower, not before practicing a bit.
In his spacious room, Dash demonstrated a series of perfectly executed punch techniques that flowed naturally with the movement of his feet. The echoes of the punches could be heard in his room, demonstrating how effective and fast they were thrown.
After finishing the practice, Dash stopped while stabilizing his breathing.
"Excellent..."
Taking off his sweat-soaked clothes, Dash, who now measured around six feet, headed for the shower and sighed as he felt the water running over all his muscles. Truth be told, he never trained to have all the muscles in his body exposed; his intention was simply to surpass himself and nothing more. But in the process, he had to gain muscle mass to increase his strength and reinforce the muscles in his body.
Dash, with a very attractive face, kept the same messy hairstyle and changed into a simple set of clothes before grabbing a quick bite before heading to school.
"Are you done?"
As soon as Dash came down from his room again, he saw his mother sitting at the table having lunch.
"I just finished now. Did Dad go straight to work?" Dash walked to the kitchen and brought a plate of cookies.
"Yes, now that you have a driver's license and an incredible yet dangerous car, you must be careful not to overdo it and respect all the stop signs." Elena didn't look at Dash because she knew perfectly well that he would get angry about his son's poor diet.
"Don't worry, Mom. Instead of crashing into a child, I'll crash into an old man—gotta differentiate things."
"You know I hate those dark humor jokes you make. When will you stop making them?" Elena sighed as she adjusted her glasses.
"It's an innocent joke, Mom. I have to go to school now." Dash bid farewell to his mother with a kiss on the cheek and left the house. Now their relationship was much closer; due to his age, Dash discovered that he didn't have to be very strict with his behavior and decided to be more open with his parents.